Still a dream.
But the story is a little different from my dream.
Hao Meng had a dream. In the dream, she stabbed the man through him.
She smiled, she had never felt so comfortable in her life.
She thought she could have a new life.
But when she opened her eyes, everything in front of her was withered and yellow weeds.
It's not a thriller, but I can't find the right words to describe it.
I don't know what I want to express, so I just want to write a short story like this.
Sometimes, the choices in life are in our own hands.
But sometimes, before you have time to choose, the wheel of fate has already started to move...
Intention: